Monday Nov 9

City on A Hill

Casting Crowns

Did you hear of the city on a hill, 

said one old man to the other

It once shined bright 

and it would be shining still

but they all started turning on each other

You see, the poets thought the dancers were shallow

And the soldiers thought the poets were weak

And the elders saw the young ones as foolish

And the rich man never heard the poor man speak

And one by one they ran away

with their made up minds to leave it all behind

And the light began to fade in the city on a hill

the city on the hill

Each one thought that they knew better

But they were different by design

instead of standing strong together 

they let their differences divide

And one by one they ran away

with their made up minds to leave it all behind

And the light began to fade in the city on a hill

the city on the hill

And the world is searching still . . .

But it was the rhythm of the dancers

that gave the poets life

it was the spirit of the poets 

that gave the soldiers strength to fight

it was the fire of the young ones

it was the wisdom of the old

it was the story of the poor man

that needed to be told

It is the rhythem of the dancers

that gives the poets life

It is the spirit of the poets 

that gives the soldiers strength to fight

it is the fire of the young ones 

it is the wisdom of the old

it is the story of the poor man

that's needing to be told

One by one will we run away

with our made up minds to leave it all behind

as the light begins to fade 

in the city on the hill

One by one will we run away

with our made up minds to leave it all behind

as the light begins to fade 

in the city on the hill

The city on the hill

Come home . . .

to the city on the hill 

And the Father's calling still . . .

Come home . . .